My childhood was a lime-green twist car
that raced fast across the living room.
Thirty laps to go, around an oval track ---
with a dining table,
in the middle.
My sister a cosplayed
Clover from Totally Spies.
Shouting, “We have got to get out of here!”
And diving into the fluffy, comfy ocean ---
blanket that covered the bed.
And Peppa Pig watching on youtube?
That was my brother
learning how to be a bossy kid.
Everyone's afraid of changes.
Staying, moving on. Staying, moving on.
I guess that's life, I'm afraid.
Old or new, new or old;
That isn't really important.
What's important is, that
we still breath and live in the same place.
So let's move on.